Smoke words every day.

It rained hard in the night, the skies torn wide,⁣I woke to my bed adrift by the moon’s tide,⁣The whole city submerged, swallowed entire,⁣by ocean below and heaven’s blue fire,⁣As above, so below, the ancient refrain,⁣Mumbai returned to the sea from where it came⁣⁣Once Dwarka stood golden beneath Krishna’s eye,⁣its seven-tiered towers reaching the sky,⁣The…